At some point within the past few years, I gave up "cool" music and just learned to embrace my inner cheesy-ness. First on my list of favorite genres is country music. Coming from New England, it isn't necessarily a given that country would be what gets my toe tappin'. Second lately is what some might call "teeny-bopper" music. My iPod proudly contains tunes by Miley Cirus (ok, only one song), Lady Gaga, Black Eyed Peas and Katie Perry. I'm cool with it.
If some of my friends ever got hold of my iPod and scrolled through my "most played" list, I'd die of embarassment. But if Rascal ever scrolled through my "most played" list, he'd likely ask me to turn it up and start singing along.
Tonight on the way home from school, "Firework" by Ms. Perry came on. Knowing that Rascal had requested this song on a previous road trip with McGraw, I cranked it up and let the magic happen. First he told me to stop singing (quelching my last dream that SOMEONE would discover that I actually have a very good voice - I guess only in my imagination), he asked me to turn it loud, and then he proceeded to sing along in his perfect, 3-year old voice. There was a lot of "nah-nah-nah" singing, but when it came to the chorus, he knew all the words. I didn't know whether to cringe or be proud.
Sure, before I had kids, I swore I'd have them singing to cool music. I'd forgo Raffi and Barney for Jack Johnson and other "grown up" music. I didn't really think I'd hear my son requesting Miley at age 2.5. But that's how we roll.
People have remarked how well Rascal can carry a tune. For that, I am extremely proud. At least someone in this family gets the recogniton for their vocal talents they deserve. But nothing made me prouder than this evening when, after "Firework" was over, Rascal remarked: "She was whining in that song. You know, when she goes 'ah, ah, ah'." As always, he does have a point. Oh, kind of like when he pointed out: "Lady Gaga is a clown." Well said, Rascal. Well said.
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